A painting on silk I made for my mom when I was in college.
My great-grandmother crocheted this afghan for my mom when she was in high school. She made one for my mother, and one for my mother’s cousin. The colors are still so vibrant, it looks like it was crocheted yesterday.
Born in the 1890s, my great-grandmother was a real farmess and a very gifted handicrafter.
"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.